Sonnet

Each step I take illume me to look for more,
Of things to come and still I do not know;
For learning gained unlocks each master's door,
Gives me a way and directs where to go.
Man has before with all his searching reached,
By untradional thinking that came along;
From the past experience of wisdom impeached,
Each step in dark between the right and wrong.
Through errors and inspect you become wise,
In the presence of existence which is here;
But remember that each step is a surprice,
With relish of excitement and of flair.
To conclude in this I'd have to know all,
Which keeps us on growing in peak and fall.

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